Chapter 444

Chapter 444: Killing One Makes a Criminal, Slaughtering Millions Forges a Tyrant!

"What nonsense!"

When the guard burst in claiming their clansmen were dying en masse, the Fly Frog clan’s leader and elders initially refused to believe it.

Their detection spells blanketed the entire camp. While they might accept an elite squad slipping through undetected, the idea of an entire human army slaughtering their people without triggering any alarms seemed impossible.

"Bullshit…"

Dismissing the panicked report as lies, the Fly Frog leader and elders drew breath to rebuke the guard. Their scolding died unspoken.

Before them, the trembling clansman abruptly stiffened. His eyes rolled back as he collapsed, never to rise again.

Closer inspection revealed the terrible truth—the guard had stopped breathing.

"Dead?!"

"How?!"

"Damn it—could his warning be true?!"

The elders paled, recalling the guard’s final words about their clansmen being nearly wiped out. After a shared look of dread, they stormed from the tent.

Chaos greeted them. The Fly Frog settlement writhed in pandemonium.

"Mercy!"

"Evil ghosts walk among us!"

"Please, spare this humble one!"

"Show yourself, bastard! Fight me properly!"

Young and old, cultivator and ordinary person alike—all dropped without warning. Bodies littered the ground like felled wheat before Death’s invisible scythe.

Defense proved impossible against this unseen slaughter. Some clansmen broke completely, prostrating themselves in the dirt. Others swung weapons at empty air, unleashing wild spells in desperate arcs.

"Kill me then! Face me like warriors!" they screamed, blades carving useless patterns through smoke-filled air.

Their frenzy changed nothing. The reaper’s work continued unabated—seasoned warriors fell as easily as wailing children. Even the clan’s mightiest guardians found their attacks meeting only shadows, their lives snuffed out mid-roar.

“Come out… ugh…”

Even as they cursed, they suddenly collapsed.

…

The horrifying sight before the Fly Frog clan’s leaders froze their hearts.

Watching their tribesmen perish, an elder finally cried out:

“Stop this!”

“I command you to stop!”

“You bastard! No matter who you are, the Fly Frog clan will never rest until we destroy you for slaughtering our people!”

The furious elder raged while desperately scanning his surroundings for hidden foes.

Yet the invisible enemy remained undetected, as if existing in another realm.

“Another dimension… spatial ability!”

Realizing this, the Fly Frog leader unleashed his magic, disrupting the surrounding space in crude attempts to destabilize it and flush out the enemy.

This brute-force method might work against ordinary spatial technique users – shaky space makes most travelers hesitate to cast spells.

But Mu Lin’s Yin Soil operated on yin and yang principles. Rooted in cosmic laws, it was completely unaffected by mere spatial tremors.

Despite the leader’s frantic efforts, Fly Frog clansmen kept dying soundlessly. Soon, even nearby elders slumped dead.

The leader’s heart clenched as he sensed impending doom for his tribe. Gone was their earlier arrogance about demanding human sacrifices – only terror and regret remained.

“We never should’ve meddled in this!”

The surviving leaders gathered magic to flee, knowing anger couldn’t save them now. But Mu Lin’s will buzzed through the air.

Their soul reflections materialized in the Yin Soil.

“You bastards! Must you exterminate us completely?!”

Mu Lin shrugged casually. “You swore to fight ‘til death. Wasn’t that your own choice?”

“Oh, you fish may die, but our human race’s net remains unbroken!”

After dragging his foes into the Yin Soil, Mu Lin didn’t strike immediately. Instead, he leisurely taunted them.

Though he appeared relaxed, Zhang Hemiao, Sheng Cang, Mo Feng, and Hei Lan launched thunderous assaults the instant the Fly Frog clan’s leaders materialized in the Yin Soil.

This time, Mu Lin wasn’t fighting alone—he’d pulled the three major legions’ commanders and an entire army into the Yin Soil to swarm their enemies.

Common Fly Frog soul reflections were left to elite Yin soldiers and ghost officials. The clan’s leaders? Those became targets for Zhang Hemiao’s group.

Prepared fighters ambushing unprepared victims—with numbers overwhelming fairness—the Fly Frog leaders fell swiftly. Their deaths crushed the clan’s last hope.

“Wipe out every last one!”

“ROAR!”

…

By the hour of meditation’s end, Mu Lin’s forces had purged every Fly Frog from the Toxic Mist swamp.

While ordinary soldiers cheered victory, Zhang Hemiao and her comrades stood bewildered.

“We… actually won? Just like that?”

“Too easy…”

The Fly Frogs’ humiliating defeat left Zhang Hemiao and Mo Feng dazed. This same clan had plagued the Black Sha Legion for ages through their Toxic Mist stronghold—an unconquerable death trap.

When Mu Lin volunteered to handle it, Mo Feng, Jing Zhe, and Nu Lei expected grand displays: oceans of Holy Salt purifying the mists or flames of revenge burning the poison away.

None predicted Mu Lin’s solution. He ignored the stronghold entirely, conjuring a mirror-world Yin Soil that bypassed every defense. Using this realm’s rules, he dragged the Frogs’ soul reflections into his domain—where attacks on reflections killed living bodies.

Facing this cheat-like tactic, even allies like Mo Feng gaped in shock. Then they remembered—this trickster was their teammate.

“With this,” someone breathed, “enemy strongholds mean nothing. We’ve already won.”

“More than that!” another laughed. “Mu Lin picks who enters. Unless they break the barrier, we’ll always outnumber them!”

“Hah! Let’s see the Earth Worm and Fire Prison clans brag now! Their precious death-traps can’t stop the Yin Soil!”

…

Mu Lin’s method shattered all fear of enemy fortresses. Every monster hiding behind “impassable” terrain now faced doom.

Truth followed. For three days, Mu Lin’s Earth Immortals marched across battlefields, spreading Yin Soil into every stronghold. What others called impregnable fortresses fell like wheat before scythes.

Three days. Thirty million slain.

The three legions’ slaughter left monsters trembling and Northern Wasteland armies baffled:

“How?!”

“The Fly Frogs… Earth Worms… their fortresses didn’t last a day?!”